[ Good thing Jesse caught this, or it would've disappeared into the abyss of missed calls and voice messages never recorded. He sees the little image of Gus' face embedded into the screen when he picks his phone out of his pocket, instantly recognizable. Oh shit.
Chills run down his spine and shock keeps him from answering immediately. For a long moment, that's all that he is-- thunderstruck. It's been a fucking long time since he had to even think about all the problems that he left behind. His hands are a little shaky when he flips the device open to answer. He shuts his eyes on hearing that voice, on hearing certain confirmation that Gustavo Fring has shown up in Haven.
Newly arrived. While listening, he mouths a quiet Jesus to himself, followed by an inaudible curse. ]
Thirty-seven?
[ Double-checking serves the purpose of triple-checking that it's really him. A small tendril of hope weaves its way through his shock-- if Gus is here, maybe... ]
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Chills run down his spine and shock keeps him from answering immediately. For a long moment, that's all that he is-- thunderstruck. It's been a fucking long time since he had to even think about all the problems that he left behind. His hands are a little shaky when he flips the device open to answer. He shuts his eyes on hearing that voice, on hearing certain confirmation that Gustavo Fring has shown up in Haven.
Newly arrived. While listening, he mouths a quiet Jesus to himself, followed by an inaudible curse. ]
Thirty-seven?
[ Double-checking serves the purpose of triple-checking that it's really him. A small tendril of hope weaves its way through his shock-- if Gus is here, maybe... ]
You alone?